D&D Act One Scene IV - In the shadow of Sanderjarn

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: No, though a magic-user if paid could tell you in a few hours.

Well I’m hoping that money will be available for that in the medium term

I’ll share them out to whoever I think should have them once they are checked

Tigger

Digital Solitude wrote: »

OOC: Silver stuff?

Why ooc

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Othegre still has a sack. But no spider armour...

Ooc : how bright is it here? Can I leave my armour upstairs? I'm not ditching it for cash... But I also want cash...

OOC: Here is insulated from the sun. It is currently morning.

Digital Solitude

Tigger wrote: »

Why ooc

OOC: I misread whats dialogue and what isn't I think.

Necro

Bandylegs starts gathering treasure slowly.

'We need to get this out of here and then explore some more of the tomb. If there's this much here, imagine what could behind t'other doors!'

robyntmorton

Xanthea heads down to the tomb, and shouts down the pit

“What’s happening. While I’m up here is there anything you want to haul up?”

Tigger

robyntmorton wrote: »

Xanthea heads down to the tomb, and shouts down the pit

“What’s happening. While I’m up here is there anything you want to haul up?”

We are doing charity work it’s non profit

robyntmorton

Tigger wrote: »

We are doing charity work it’s non profit

OOC: What? I don’t understand

OldGoat

I have two large sacks if we are short.

Necro

Bandylegs examines the dead bodies of the two twins.

Necro

Bandylegs takes 6000GP (OOC: Encumbrance 4) with him and slowly shuffles to the rope, taking care to watch for any traps. He spies the lantern by the rope, drops the 6000GP, picks up the lantern and makes his way carefully back to the treasure room

sKeith

Ekbard takes the lantern and 7800GP of gems.

Fourier

Pulling the treasure out of the room a figure in dark armour blocks the way.

"I am Jhgis III, old king of Kyrtin and you have killed my descendants. Though I knew them not. You must die for this. You will see why I am known as the Butcher."

OldGoat

"Princess, we have some hefting for you to do. We are going to tie bags to the rope, you pull 'em up and we'll decide what to do when we get back into the fresh air."
I tie a large sack to the rope and give it the traditional two tugs of Xanthe to start hauling. Meanwhile I go back and fill the second sack.
"This might actually clear the interest on my debts"

EDIT: Put this on hold for now...

robyntmorton

OOC: Four, are they clear of the butcher and in contact with me or no?

OOC2: just waiting for laptop to come up so I can get off my phone

sKeith

ekbard drops the gems.

Fourier

robyntmorton wrote: »

OOC: Four, are they clear of the butcher and in contact with me or no?

OOC2: just waiting for laptop to come up so I can get off my phone

OOC: You can hear the butcher. But no, they wouldn't have gotten to you.

Necro

OOC: Moy, get into the rollz room if you're about

sKeith

ekbard picks up his shiled and wields it

sKeith

Ekbard raises the moon necklaces in the air and shouts "die jhgis die"

Fourier

"You think they have an affect on me? Though I am surprised they still exist in this godless age"

Necro

Bandylegs drops his treasure and wields his axe

Fourier

Another torrent of flame rushes down the corridor and burns into Butcher's armour.

More powerful armour grows in its place, with spikes.

"Useless, compared to the mages I had at my command" he scoffs.

robyntmorton

Xanthea hears the commotion below and shimmies down the rope into the corridor. She turns and comes face to back with the Butcher.

Fourier

The group slashes at the Butcher, he dodges and dances around them.

"Boys in my training camps would do better."

An arrow from Goodie hits him in the back and then Ekbard follows up with a colossal blow to the torso. The armour rings through the tunnels with the force.

"Interesting, I felt that. I think you're the only interesting one here"

Fourier

He slashes at Moy

"I detest Clerics. Not clear minded in war."

OOC: 5HP gone, down to 6HP

Fourier

BandyLegs's axe connects with his neck and bounces off slightly scratch.

"That felt dwarven, carved with Gastite. Fine choice."

Fourier

Divine energy blasts from Moy's ring.

The Butcher laughs.

"Turn me? Perhaps I should kill you first to teach you manners"

Necro

Bandylegs shouts:

'Cannae we just be friends laddie?'

Fourier

The Butcher grabs Ekbard, squeezes his throat (5HP lost), lifts him up and tosses him at Moy (1 HP lost)